This column was originally published April 11, 2007
DOING 595 MPH SOMEWHERE OVER TEXAS — He is surrounded by fine leather, lacquered mahogany tables, doors and walls and brass bathroom and shower fixtures, and his steward is about to serve a gourmet three-course meal — with a choice of fine wines, of course.
So Wayne Huizenga is feeling pretty good up here, 37,000 feet in the air, where he can look down on the world from a camera mounted below the fuselage of his private jet.
This jet is his perch, and it is his baby.